To Anthea, who may command him anything

Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be:
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee

A heart as soft, a heart as kind
A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find
That heart I'll give to thee

Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy Decree:
Or bid it languish quite away
And 't shall doe so for thee

Bid me to weep, and I will weep
While I have eyes to see:
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee

Bid me despair, and I'll despair
Under that cypress-tree:
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en Death, to die for thee

Thou art my life, my love, my heart
The very eyes of me:
And has command of ev'ry part
To live and die for thee